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Ella Grace Poem
The eleventh hour yet I still wake,
My thoughts are drowning me,
pulling me under with confusion for hands.
My only concern is what my heart desires,
My deepest wish, is that what I fear?
Does my heart deceive me?
I was told to write from my heart.
Express yourself!
So I wrote what I couldn't comprehend.
A universe of thoughts I couldn't perceive,
is that what my heart truly desires?
To understand - the worlds rhapsody.
What does your heart desire?
Copyright © Ella Grace | Year Posted 2017
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Ella Grace Poem
They told me to sleep.
But I have promises I've made and a deadline to keep.
But I can't sleep,
For every time I close my eyes,
All I see is pain,
shadows on the wall, dancing, watching me.
Waiting for my slumber so they can resume their game.
Why don't I sleep?
The demons like to play when I close my mind,
They get stronger, I get weaker.
So I stay awake -
For now I don't sleep.
Copyright © Ella Grace | Year Posted 2017
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